I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

Isn’t it your dream to be wholly invisible someday?

 

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind.
It’s like you see them through a special lens ,but maybe if it’s how you see them, that’s how they really are.

 

You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world.

Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower,
but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple.

 

Despite all my sickness, I have grown.

 

There's a place that I found, as far as I can see, this place lies within the depth of my dreams.

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still.
In slow motion, I watch the colors blur, people and faces all become a massive wash.

I feel foreign in this place called my home.

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams, they do nothing but dream.

 

Art is a line around your thoughts.

 

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write.
Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell.
You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself

...and so many colors I will have seen
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink
and purples of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you..

After all, a color in itself has no color, it's simply a construction of the mind.
A sensation, like the Humming Chorus from Madame Butterfly and the smell of honeysuckle.